- Ava is potty trained. WHAT?! Yes. Almost completely. Diapers happen at naptime and bedtime, but she wakes up dry 90% of the time. HOWEVER, somebody may have stocked up on diapers less than a month ago, so we're going to use them up and then we're done. In a related story, if you know anyone who needs size 5 diapers, point them my way.
- Our "Ava has never even had a prescription" streak ended simultaneously with the "Ava's never even seen a doctor besides her normal pediatrician." Thanks to a particularly long-lasting encounter with croup plus fever, Ava now has joined the ranks of the masses for whom health insurance is terribly important. She's fine, and now we know how to navigate a late-night run to the ER. Hopefully it won't come up again anytime soon.
- New house? Not so new anymore, but still fabulous. FABULOUS, I say. We're gearing up for Thanksgiving, which we are hosting because we have room, which is FABULOUS! Really, I'm so excited. We have more people coming than we have spaces at the table, so we're (temporarily, thank you Dad&Florence) bringing in a second table BECAUSE THERE IS ROOM! So wonderful. The abundance of it all is just astonishing.
- Work? Work is still what it has been, which is a steady (albeit furloughed, reduced, increasingly precious) paycheck and not much else. I'm working (HA! a pun.) on figuring out what I really want to be when I grow up, and it's hard. Returning to my previous incarnation as an adviser of any sort is becoming less attractive as an option, and we're starting to entertain the idea of me doing something Completely Different. That's really all the news on that. Nothing has happened yet. But I think what's important here is to have acknowledged the necessity for Something to happen and that such a thing would be OK.
Brace yourself, then, for forthcoming wit. I'm back.
